"If I didn't have a house this sodding huge, I wouldn't have room to live with you and Merton and the inevitable messes we all make," Gideon said. "My house is bloody awesome." He shook his head. Gideon rarely ate in the mornings.
Gideon's eyes narrowed, noticing the fact that Heath didn't answer the question. Not that Heath had to answer to him, but Gideon was protective and paranoid since that decree had come out, and the rumors about the Snatchers were starting to fly. "You're not answering the question," he pointed out flatly. "And I was looking because you weren't where I expected to find you, that's why." Which had been in his bed, where Gideon had planned on sneaking into that morning.